Hush!

 

 Chimezie’s eyes were devoid of emotion, reminding Ify an experience buried in her little mind. Still holding Ify’s gaze, he sprang from the king-sized bed and dashed towards the door. 

 Her folded arms became more tightened, her body twisting in a manner suggestive of disapproval while her back still leaned against the closed wooden door. 

Recoiling with fear as she rolled her 10 yr old body into a ball defensively, she pleaded with Chimezie; the next door neighbor. 

“Please don't hurt me,” she sobbed, “You told me you will not do it again,” she continued, a stream of tears coursed down her cheeks. Dragging her up, he loosened her folded arms and held her hands.

 

“Okay listen, this will be the last,” he said, lowering his voice into a whisper. “And I promise you, it won’t hurt this time.” The stony grip she felt, reminded her of her resolution to grow 

 

into adulthood as soon as possible so that her soft and tender hand would grow stronger.  

She knew that if she could fill the drum in her mother’s kitchen with water every morning, scrub her father’s Volvo car to sparkling white, read and write on her own, then Chimezie’s feet would have no reason whatsoever to stand in her parent’s room begging her, on behalf of his penis, to walk into her panties. 

In one move, he swept her feet off the ground and swooped her up with his sturdy arms. The room rang with her scream but most of it got swallowed by the squeaky spinning ceiling fan. Hurriedly, he threw her into the squashed mattress, sprawling. In milliseconds, her eyes wandered off from the sleek ceiling to the gigantic photograph of her parent’s hung on the greasy walls and then to the clock. 

The clock said it was 11:30am. Whatever that means, she knew that her mother would only be home when the short hand points to 5 and the long arm with a range of 3 to 6.Leering at her, he pulled off his yellow shirt and his three-quarter jean. His appearance on his birthday suit caused her to coil her legs and then turned her back on him. The thing in-between his legs wasn’t same as Emmy’s –his own, she had seen those times they played in the rain. But what she saw was big; with size and shape of a hot dog sausage.

Viciously, he forced her into a spread-eagle position, after he had pulled up her white gown. Pinning down her arms with his left hand; with his right, he fastened his monstrosity into the narrow passage, and gradually forced himself into her. 

His thrusts, gentle at first but paced up with a renewed surge of desire to satiate. And each thrust caused her more heart throb, more whimper and more tears. 

Her weary eyes wandered off the door when she heard a slight creak. Her eyes lit up with joy when she saw her mother tiptoeing towards the bed, wielding a pestle. The room was still ringing with his moans when the pestle danced through the air to deck his head. 

Without a sound, he fell from his back to the marble floor with a thud. Pulling her daughter off the bed, with her face and her chest covered in blood, Ifeoma wrapped her arms around her child burying her tiny body into her warm embrace. 

“Don’t cry my child, mum is here,” she said, sobbing.  Ify stared at Chimezie's body, as blood quickly pooled around his head. She then turned to her mother, 

 

 

“Is he dead?”                                                 

Staring into Ify’s eyes, she replied                                                                                   

 “No. He is not dead,” then her eyes strayed to the body lying very still on the floor, almost lifeless, “But he will not forget today in a hurry.”                                                         by Aninze Chukwuebuka Harrison                                                                         #CHA_writes xx